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the fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles of the convenience store. (y/n)'s fingers are tapping idly on the register. she had grown accustomed to the monotonous rhythm of her part-time job.
her afternoon shift at the convenience store was uneventful, the usual humdrum of ringing up groceries and counting out change.
An elderly woman, frail and hunched, shuffled in, her cart overflowing with necessities. (y/n) barely registered her presence, her mind already wandering to her evening plans.
just then, a shadow fell across the aisle. A young man in a dark hoodie, his face obscured, strode quickly through the store, looking awfully tense as he looks around. (y/n) barely glanced at him, her attention drawn to the register. But then, a scream tore through the air, sharp and filled with terror.
instinct took over. (y/n) looked up, her gaze landing on the hooded figure sprinting towards the exit, the old woman's purse clutched in his hand. The scene was a blur, but one thing was clear: this wasn't just a shoplifter, this was something far more sinister.
without hesitation, the (h/c)-ette bolted out the door, her feet pounding the pavement. She wasn't afraid to pick a fight, not by any stretch of the imagination. the thought of that frail woman, terrified and alone, fueled her adrenaline. She had to help.
"HEY!!! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!!" she shouts at him, keeping him at his toes as she catches up, surprising him.
The thief, surprised by the sudden pursuit, turned, his face twisted in anger.
"FUCK OFF, GIRLIE!!" he bellows at the top of his lungs.
A fist shot out towards (y/n), but she was too quick, dodging the blow with a practiced agility she had always known she possessed. A roar of primal fury welled up inside her, replacing the anger with a fierce determination.
she launched herself forward, a whirlwind of punches and kicks, each one aimed with surprising precision.
The thief, caught off guard by her unexpected ferocity, stumbled back, losing his balance. (y/n) pressed her advantage, driving him further back until he tripped, crashing into a metal pole with a sign on it.
the old woman, shaken but unharmed, came running out of the store, her face etched with relief. (y/n) pants as she looks at the thief, his face now contorted in pain. Then, she looked at the woman, her eyes filled with gratitude.
"you're okay," she breathed, her voice shaking with the aftershocks of adrenaline.
"arigato, you sweet girl.." the old lady says in a soft croaky voice.
(y/n) grins at the elderly woman with a coiffed hair, "ah, it's no biggie, granny! your purse is safe!" she hands the black handbag to her, the elderly woman taking it securely in her hold and patting her head.
"aww, such a good dearie, here's a little something for your troubles," the elderly woman rummages through her purse before pulling out some cash and handing it to the stunned (h/c)-ette who shakily took it, stammering on her words, "always be good, m'kay?" she hobbles away with her little cart.
(y/n) turns back around, going back into the store with a sigh. her fist throbbed, a familiar feeling she was used to. she sits on the stool behind the counter, going about her day like nothing happened...—
The (h/c)-ette is an orphan who ran away from the facility. she was brought in at a young age after her parents died from being shot in a crossfire. yeah, it hurt and it felt sad, but she had to grow up fast and realize living in the past won't help anyone or change anything.
she works in makochi area, but further away to a more suburban area. once 2:00 pm hit, she was out the door. The afternoon sun beat down on (y/n)'s back as she walked on the roads, her worn leather jacket a shield against the heat. the familiar sting of exhaustion prickled at her eyes, but she ignored it, pushing onwards with a determination spent pushing back against the odds.
At just 16, (y/n) was a whirlwind of contradictions. stubborn as a mule, she refused to back down from a challenge, be it a demanding customer at work or a protector of the people. yet, beneath that tough exterior (when she's fighting), a core of kindness pulsed, a compassion that manifested in small acts of generosity.
today, however, no adrenaline-fueled fight awaited her. instead, she was on a mundane errand - a trip to the market. (y/n) wasn't much of a cook. ramen noodles were her go-to, a quick and easy fuel for her active life. But even she knew she needed some actual vegetables, if only for the sake of her employer; mr. Tanaka's, nagging. so, the market it was.
the rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the chatter of vendors, the soft squish of ripe fruits - all of it was just soothing. she walked past the familiar rows of brightly colored produce, her gaze lingered on the glistening oranges and plump strawberries. with a sigh, she grabbed a bag of apples, their crisp scent filling her senses. Maybe, just maybe, she could convince herself to attempt to bake an apple pie.
(y/n) then navigated the rest of the aisle with purpose, her eyes scanning for the freshest produce. she picked up a plump tomato, its skin a fiery red, and a bunch of spinach, the leaves dark and crisp, some eggs and onions rounded out her selection, a small rebellion against her ramen-heavy diet.
as she reached for a head of broccoli, a hand intercepted hers. A young woman, her face painted with makeup, was staring at the (h/c)-ette with an accusing glare, "this...is mine," she says, her voice dripping with malice???
uhm..what?? what's with the attitude?? she just wants her broccoli!!
(y/n) squints her eyes, "welp, clearly it's not," she says with a huff, trying to tug the broccoli towards her but the lady was persistent, "you can pick another one."
The woman's eyes narrowed, "i saw it first," she says, grabbing the broccoli and turning to leave.
(y/n) wasn't one to back down tho. she grabs the woman's shoulder, a frown on her face, "you saw it, but I'm taking it!!" she huffs, her voice annoyed and full of finality.
the woman scoffs, "age before beauty, child." huh!??? what does that have to do with anything??!
"age doesn't win you broccoli, lady!!" (y/n) retorts, her voice in a huff and full of impatience. she's just hungry and wants food!!
A low rumble of tension filled the air. the woman's grip tightened on the broccoli, her face flushed with anger. but after seeing some of the older customers pointing at her and murmuring how she is bothering a teenager she gave up. she let go of the broccoli and wanders off elsewhere to avoid the humiliation.
the woman, without a word, disappeared into the crowd. (y/n) watched her go, then turned back to the broccoli. It looked a bit worse for wear, its stem bent, but it was her broccoli now.
she paid for her groceries and headed back home, the afternoon sun painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The broccoli, nestled amongst the other produce in her bag, felt like a badge of honor. maybe, just maybe, she could learn to cook something other than ramen.
ENJOY! so this is and the next chapter will only be context about the reader what she does before meeting the boys cause, but it won't take long, promise!!
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𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)
Fanfiction(y/n) is a fighter who catches more than one guy's attention. *warning: slight yanderish* (maybe)
